SnowRob and whipped cream....

She watched transfixed as two drops of cream fell from his lips onto his chest. The way he was sitting the bathrobe had fallen open slightly. She watched the cream run down. Rob saw the direction of her eyes, and the way she was licking her parted lips as she watched. Without taking his eyes from her he ran one finger down and wiped up the first drop. He brought it up to his lips and slipped his finger into his mouth. She whimpered slightly. And then she realised that he was watching her. He smiled a little as their eyes met.
He brought his finger down and wiped up the second drop of the chocolaty whipped cream. He had her locked in his gaze as he held his finger out to her. He leaned forward to her and touched his cream stained finger to her own lips. As he did the robe fell open more. She could see his chest, and his firm stomach leading to the famous happy trail. She was going dizzy. Rob pressed his finger against her lips and she opened her mouth. He pushed his finger into her mouth for her to lick away the cream. When she ran her tongue over his finger he inhaled sharply. His eyes had darkened, the firelight setting his hair alight. He looked God like.
Slowly he withdrew his finger and leaned back against the cushions. He was breathing rather hard. She was expecting him to readjust the robe, but he didn’t. She’d gone very hot, her whole body flushing. But she got up to make the fire up, she might be hot, but he was still barely dressed. His clothes would be dry soon though. She came and knelt beside him to reach the wood burner. He was still watching her.
‘Sorry. I need to...’ she indicated the pile of wood. She leaned across him to grab a couple of logs. He didn’t move. He was so close she could smell him. He smelt of soap, and chocolate, and something else, his own musky fragrance. It was a heady combination. She threw the logs on the fire and went to get back up.
‘I don’t mind sharing the rug.’ He breathed. So she stayed where she was.
But it was really quite hot down there, and the thick wool jumper was getting too much.
‘I’m going to have to take this off.’ She turned her back to him and pulled her jumper off over her head. Rob waited to see what was underneath. She had a white, long sleeve tee under the jumper. It clung to the wool as she pulled it off, causing some static. For a few seconds her lower back was exposed to him. He saw stars. Literally. He blinked and gazed at the tattoo that patterned her back.
And then they were suddenly plunged into darkness.